Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Recovery…decrepitude

The weather has turned foul, suddenly. Close to the freezing point, snow all morning…on September 8! Welcome to the prairies of Canada. It was warm on Saturday, will be warm again by Saturday, but in between, winter roars in for a spell. Let’s hope it’s just a spell, not  long stay.

However, it fits with my current predicament. My joints ache, specifically my knees. The weather is part of it, but they have been aching for some days after I finish my 5 km walk. This situation prompted my lugubrious thought that ‘recovery’ is being challenged by decrepitude! My experience underscored this thought after I rode my bicycle yesterday, for the first time in two years, into a strong north wind. Afterward, my back ached, and still does. Muscles that haven’t been used in a long time tend to protest, as mine did and are still doing. Decrepit: “worn out or ruined because of age or neglect….” Decrepitude…the ageing of an organism in such a way that it refuses to function as it once did…or perhaps never did!

This experience has forced me to consider the possibility that the day will come when my necessary activity, as regards my heart health, may not be possible because of the state of my aging body. A sobering thought, indeed. For the moment, however, it’s simply a matter of endurance and pain management. And patience…a state of mind in short supply, so far as I’m concerned.

Last evening, we watch a documentary movie about Elaine Stritch, an 87- year- old actress who still does club dares, singing all the songs from her lengthy career on Broadway. Watching her slowly succumb to the memory loss, and stiff legs that I know so well was painful. The bright spot was that she continues to perform, with all her limitations, as best she can. Audience approval is just too important to her to stop until she is unable to go on. She plans to retire, the on-screen words say in 2012, “in 2014…or 15.” Gutsy lady. A long-time AA member, she has decided that, at her age, she will allow herself one drink a day. Come hell or high water!


I’m not quite so gutsy, but I do think of that future as pretty dismal indeed. So I set my alarm and plan to walk in the morning, even if there us snow on the ground. Period.

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